Dick Trickle

So he said when he called,
in a voice without a whine,
when you come you'll find a body
and the body will be mine.

They called back but got no answer
then sent a car to where he said
and found as he'd told them
Dick Trickle now was dead.

He spent his life in racing
living fast and running hard
but tonight that all ended
when he raced the final card.

To Hemingway,
Ophir, my friend,
to those I loved
who now are dead,
I'm glad you find the peace you need,
that quiet end, now on the shelf,
but here it all gets very dark,
in losing you, I lose myself.